A fight between an injured First-year and crazy Second-year

With Seven ready for his game, he left for the performance arena the next day. On his way, Gordon locked in with a somewhat weird, sadistic look.

"Hey, Seven... What's up?" He greeted.

"Hey, Gordon... You good?" Seven asked.

"Yeah, you?" Gordon returned the question.

Seven hesitated for a second and nodded, but it was entirely clear that he wasn't okay... Of course, why would he be fine at this period... Even Gordon knew that Seven wasn't fine at all.

"I know you're not, Seven. And I understand. I know you are not happy about Rolanda's bad injuries, but at least you have to be focused now to prevent getting the same result as her," Gordon advised.

Seven didn't mind saying a word and only nodded.